Wasted life
And a knife
Flesh is fragile
Cut if gradual
Let it bleed
Take no heed
Wasted life
Drop the knife
Crumpled Flesh
Reaper’s caress…

I see them everywhere…
Faces everyday…
Fucking Laughing, Smiling, Crying…
They are all really dying…
The end draws near…
Fools without fear…

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to take;
And if in the morning light I wake,
Show me the way to self escape.